“Find!” Baird Lane returned the word with certainty.
Ives Norton was surprised, “You’re still looking?”
“Of course, at the very least, I’m going to find out what her parents are, if she was abandoned or not, and if not, and if her parents are looking for her as well, then I’m going to tell her who she is, so that she can identify herself to her real parents.” Baird Lane spoke in a deep voice.
Ives Norton gave a mocking smile, “But I think you’ll get your wish.”
“Hmm?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Why do you say that?”
Ives Norton’s glasses reflect back, “No reason, I guess.”
“Really, I thought you knew who her parents were.” Baird Lane grunted.
Ives Norton dropped his eyes and didn’t answer.
Actually, he really did know.
But he can’t talk about it yet.
“All right.” Baird Lane rubbed his somewhat swollen temples, “You do me this favor, and I’ll consider it a favor I owe you.”
“A favor?” Ives Norton raised an eyebrow, “So she forgave you?”
Baird Lane’s eyes darkened a little, “Not yet, but better than before.”
Before she was ignoring him completely.
Now she would at least offer to talk to him, though not with much attitude.
“Really, then it looks like the day you’ll be forgiven is fast approaching.” Ives Norton sounded a little sour.
Baird Lane’s mouth quirked, “Thanks for the tip.”
“Heh, you’d better not rush to thank me, you’d better thank Christine if you want to thank her, she’s still in love with you now, it’s only a matter of time before she forgives you, but I hope that you’ll really be able to treat her well in the future, and don’t break her heart again, or else I won’t be able to do it again like this time.”
“Well?” Baird Lane went cold.
Ives Norton naturally heard the displeasure in his tone and laughed softly, “Of course it’s my feelings for her, next time if you get her hurt or upset over Molly Bort or anyone else I won’t let it go.”
This he said with a smile, but the seriousness and determination in his tone was so obvious.
Although Baird Lane was very upset in his heart, he couldn’t do anything to Ives Norton across a phone call, and could only hold back his anger and speak in a cold voice, “You won’t have that day.”
“Hopefully you won’t let me have that day, but if you do, I’ll definitely try to earn it, well enough talking to you, I’ve got one more surgery to go first.”
With that, Ives Norton cut off the phone.
Baird Lane stared at his cell phone, his eyes dark and on the verge of condensing into knives.
If he had known, he wouldn’t have answered this call.
No man can accept that another man misses his wife.
And Ives Norton, a man who not only has Christine White on his mind, but also mouthed off that he’d do it to Christine White if he had the chance, as if he were dead!
Baird Lane put away his cell phone and went back inside with a black face.
Aunt Lucy saw him like this and didn’t even dare to talk to him, she just watched him walk towards his room.
“Christine White, open the door.” Baird Lane knocked on the door.
Christine White opened the door, “Finished your call with Ms. Molly Bort?”
“Molly?” frowned Baird Lane, “What happened to Molly?”
“Aren’t you on the phone with her?” Christine White’s little mouth dropped and her tone flared with acid.
Baird Lane’s mouth quirked lightly, “You jealous?”
Christine White’s eyes glazed over and she looked a little flustered, “Who … Who’s jealous, I’m not.”
“Yes?” Baird Lane looked at her with a smirk.
She looked away, afraid to meet his eyes.
“Okay, no kidding.” Baird Lane coughed lightly and looked positive, “It wasn’t Molly who just called me.”
At that, Christine White’s eyes lit up, “Not her?”
“It’s Ives Norton,” Baird Lane added.
Christine White turned her head around, “Dr. Norton?”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nods.
Christine White breathed a faintly inaccessible sigh of relief and her expression eased, but inside she was a little embarrassed.
So she misunderstood him.
It wasn’t Molly Bort who called him, but Ives Norton.
“Anything else you want to know now?” Baird Lane asked her again.
Christine White’s little mouth opened to say something, but eventually she swallowed, “No more.”
“Then rest.” Baird Lane rubbed a handful of her head, then went into his room to get his clothes and take a shower.
Christine White watched his back, touching the spot he’d rubbed and froze.
He was being more and more intimate with her now, and she was both a little flattered and a little uncomfortable with the fact that, before, she had expected him to treat her as he was doing now.
Now he really so to her, she did not know what to do is good, want to escape, but can not afford, do not want to escape, the heart and can not pass that hurdle.
At this rate, she didn’t know if she would get depressed.
“Hey …” Sighing, Christine White smoothed her hair, which had been rubbed by Baird Lane, and quietly left the room to go next door.
Aunt Lucy opened the door and was still a little surprised to see her, “Ma’am, what brings you over?”
“Aunt Lucy, can I sleep with you tonight?” She asked.
Aunt Lucy was all confused, “Sleeping with me?”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White looked at her with an expectant face.
Aunt Lucy’s mouth twitched, “Why would ma’am want to sleep with me, what about mister?”
“He’s in a room by himself.”
“That means, ma’am, you don’t sleep with Mr.?”
Christine White shook her head.
She still hasn’t given up on divorcing Baird Lane.
That’s why she didn’t want to sleep with him either until the divorce was finalized.
As for the daytime, that was purely accidental.
“So …” Aunt Lucy was a little embarrassed.
Christine White flung her arms around her, “Aunt Lucy, just promise me, there’s only two rooms here and I’ll have to sleep with you.”
“But Mr. …”
“Aunt Lucy!” interrupted Christine White, followed by a begging face, “Promise me, I really don’t want to live with him.”
Aunt Lucy was a little headstrong, but eventually agreed.
Christine White smiled happily, “I’ll get the pillows then.”
With that, she darted back to the next room and brought over a pillow.
Aunt Lucy stood by the bed, watching her make the bed somewhat helplessly, “Ma’am, what am I going to do if Mr. Blame gets up?”
“I just want to sleep with you, and he’s to blame?” Christine White paused in her movements.
Aunt Lucy shook her head, “I’m not sure about that.”
“Then no, Aunt Lucy go to sleep.” Christine White climbed up and patted the spot beside her.
Aunt Lucy cried and laughed, “Ma’am you go to sleep first, I’m going out to use the restroom.”
“Good.” Christine White answered, fishing for the covers to cover herself up tightly.
Aunt Lucy gave her a look and gently walked out of the room before knocking on the door of the next room.
Soon the door opens and Baird Lane comes out in a bathrobe, still glistening with moisture and with wet hair, obviously fresh from a shower.
As he rubbed his hair, he asked, “What’s up?”
“Sir.” Aunt Lucy lowered her voice, “Mrs. is in my room.”
“What did you say?” Baird Lane’s motion to wipe his hair snapped to a halt.
Aunt Lucy had repeated, “Mrs. is in my room.”
“What was she doing in your room?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.
No wonder he had just come out of the shower without seeing anyone and thought he had gone to the bathroom.
Turns out it ran into Aunt Lucy’s room.
“Mrs. just ran over to me and told me that she wanted to sleep with me, and carried her pillow over to me, and is now asleep in my bed.” Aunt Lucy returned with amusement.
Baird Lane’s eyes popped out of his eyes, “Is that really what she said?”
“Yeah.” Aunt Lucy nodded, “That’s why I’m coming over to you now, to ask you sir if you want to call your wife back?”